When we took a break from dancing for a drink, I asked her if she wanted to go on a picnic the following day. She liked the idea, so we ended up makin...g arrangements to meet at the stable. Liz had a horse there, she said, so we could ride for a while then stop for our lunch. We danced a few more times before I headed back to the hotel.Back in my room, I sorted out my money and carefully entered my winnings and expenditures for the day on some paper I’d bought at Pritchett’s store. I back entered. I stepped inside and finally saw her. She was sitting on the floor of the shower, still completely clothed but soaked through, looking miserable with a 500-yard stare, holding a picture of her dog. There were several beer bottles lying next to her, all empty. She wasn’t crying, but her grief was probably beyond tears. I stood there, not sure what to do. Liv looked up at me but didn’t say anything, which was very unlike her. She usually had a very friendly, joking personality. It broke my heart. Tim groaning hotly in my ear while my daddy gave me to him, and then... Oh God... Daddy's lips and tongue on my pussy, crying into me with deep sobs as he ate me, his hand jerking off the portion of Tim's cock that was still visible, masturbating him into his little girl. I could never imagined anything more wrong than this... And more insanely hot. I came, hard, long before I intended it to be over, coating my daddy's face with my slickness as my pussy flooded Tim's cock, rippling on him and. Fortunately, her sexual proclivities were discovered in her sophomore year by her Psych Professor Dr. Devon McMaster with whom she found consistent satisfaction for the rest of her undergraduate years.McMaster was a fifty-year-old widower who regularly invited his students to tea at his house. This was his way of finding a special girl who would fill his needs for however long the duration lasted. When Colette struck his fancy, he enticed her to come back by herself where he lovingly talked.